The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 169

The moment Vivienne spoke, a hush fell over the bleachers. Everyone who heard her turned to look in her direction.

What did Vivienne just say?

Hazel almost thought she had misheard. Before she could utter a mocking retort, Helen abruptly stood up, her icy gaze fixed on Vivienne. "What did you just say?"

"I said, 'Beyond is as wrong as falling short.'" Vivienne's long eyelashes fluttered slightly as she met Helen's gaze and repeated her words calmly.

"What gives you, a country bumpkin, the right to judge Mike's designs like that?" Helen's face was a picture of outrage.

When her family, the Edwards family, initially vied for the agency rights to Mr. Mike's brand, it was partly due to the potential profit but also because Helen was a big fan and had highly recommended it.

Helen had always been a devoted fan of Mike. She never missed a show and had collected every piece he had ever designed. In her eyes, aside from the elusive Master Charles, Mr. Mike was the most gifted fashion designer in recent years.

She was now preparing for her college entrance exams and had no plans to attend a local university. Instead, she was aiming to study abroad at Mike's alma mater, the prestigious King's Design Academy in Veloria.

Her dream was to become a fashion designer like Charles and Mike.

She had refrained from clashing with Vivienne due to the presence of Percival and Cecilia, not wanting to offend the Ellington family. However, hearing Vivienne belittle her idol's designs was something she could not tolerate.

"Have a problem?" Vivienne had the model on stage, dressed in a gown with a gradient color scheme, stop. She pointed at the large bow on her shoulder and waist and asked, "The dress already has a complex color scheme, and the hem has a complicated cake-like design. Wouldn't it be better if the upper half was simple? Isn't adding two large bows overdoing it?"

"What do you know?!" Helen, after seeing Mike's design belittled by Vivienne, retorted angrily, "This is called vintage. Do you understand?"

Charlotte laughed and commented on the gradient-colored dress. "I think Vivienne is right. The design is too complicated. There are too many highlights but no focal point."

"Nonsense!" Helen glared at Charlotte. "Don't side with her just because she's Percival's fiancée and you're trying to curry favor with the Ellington family!"

Charlotte's face turned cold. "Don't assume I'm like you, who is willing to befriend any scum to get close to the Brooks family!"

"Charlotte, I didn't offend you, so why are you attacking me out of nowhere?!" Arabella's eyes turned red at the blink of an eye. Her wronged expression made Charlotte's skin crawl.

"Helen is right. Mike's talent is highly sought after internationally. If you think his designs are bad, why don't you try designing clothes? Why don't you become designers? My family invited Mike to design for my engagement party. I won't allow you to insult him at will."

“If you can't do it, just admit it." Hazel was afraid of Percival and Cecilia and didn't dare provoke Vivienne directly. But she wasn't afraid of Charlotte. A malicious glint flashed in her eyes as she challenged her. "If you're so confident, then why don't you improve the dress?

"Show everyone your improved version. Let's see if it's better than Mike's original design."

Charlotte fell silent immediately. She couldn't design clothes, and even if she could, she wouldn't dare risk offending Mike by altering his design.

Unexpectedly, Vivienne spoke to a waiter, who quickly brought her a pair of scissors and a sewing kit. She accepted them and calmly walked onto the stage.

"Vivienne, what are you doing?" Helen exclaimed in shock, reaching out to pull Vivienne away. "Get down from there! How dare you touch Mike's design?!"